There Is Only One Frame Left
There Is Only One Frame Left and I am standing in front of a camera shop. Except for the Nokia sign, the setting looks like taken out of the 80’s. I love the Konica sign over the shop and I can see the shop assistant crouched over the table, head between her hands. Is she sleeping? It’s the perfect place to get a new roll of film as I’ve run out, however the chance of finding a black and white one will be minute. As I’m standing outside the shop, it stops raining, two women in colourful sari’s lower their equally colourful umbrellas.
It was the last frame.